O Thou, in pow­er and ma­jes­ty trans­cend­ing,
Ruling for­ev­er from Thy throne ab­ove,
May Thy blest Spir­it, on our souls des­cend­ing,
Fill ev­ery heart with firm, ab­id­ing love.

At ear­ly morn, when ro­se­ate tints are spread­ing,
Athwart the broad im­men­si­ty of sky,
May we arise with glad­ness to ad­ore Thee,
Great God our Fa­ther, friend and king on high.

As bea­con light, on some bold head­land shin­ing,
Its warn­ing gives, to shun the trea­cher­ous shore,
So may Thy Word, our path­way clear de­fin­in­ing,
Guide us thro’ dan­ger safe­ly ev­er­more.

And when for us shall end life’s pass­ing sto­ry—
This fleet­ing dream by death be chased away—
Oh! take us, Lord, to reign with Thee in glo­ry,
Where night and gloom dis­solve in per­fect day.